"Hello."

The room gets colder. She is wearing a Victorian style dress that matches the room. It is the only one you have seen so far that wasn't crawling with vermin.

"Hello." You say. "What are you doing in this terrible place? Did you send the distress call?"

"Distress? No. I am fine." she says. Her voice sounds very sweet. "Could you do something for me though? I am so very cold, and the window is stuck. Could one of you close it?"

She coughs.

"I am freezing."

Seven walks over to shut the window.

"Wait-" Data says.

From underneath the bed shoots a slimy hand which grabs Seven's foot.

"Let me go!" she orders fighting the creature. Data shoots at it but it has no effect. It crawls out from under the bed, its claws splintering the floor beneath it. Snarling it eats Seven alive.

Blood drips from its mouth as it looks at you. The young woman is laughing. She turns around to face you. Slowly her young face deteriorates and she becomes an old hag.

"That is not funny." Tom says hatefully.

"Didn't like my prank? Too bad." She glares evilly. "Get out of my room before I let my pet have seconds."